Kamara’s POV
“You do not have the right to speak to me that way,” I yelled at her angrily, swallowing my pain.
“And neither do you, sister. You’re throwing yourself on a man who would never care about you and let me guess, spreading your legs for him just for connections? I expected better from you, Kamara”
A slap landed across her face, my hands trembling as I glared at her. “Don’t you dare speak to me that way? You do not know what I am going through and at least I am not with some man old enough to have you as his child.”
“At least I am in love with him. I love Gideon and he has been there for me when everyone in the family has been flocking around you, the child who made everyone proud by getting a scholarship and is now in New York, helping pay father’s debts. But you are just with a man, getting money from him.”
“Oh, would you shut up Ciara? Love this love that, you are just ruining yourself. Look at him. Look at the man you are his wife. Did Mum agree to this? No. Did dad? No. Just because you’re insecure and jealous of me doesn’t mean you should ruin yourself.” I screamed at her but she grabbed my hair, yanking me forward with anger.
“Jealous of you? Don’t be so full of yourself, Kamara. You’ve gotten all the love and attention you need. You get to live your life so why can’t I? If you want to tell Mum and Dad, go ahead and tell them about it. I do not care and they would know you’re not in New York before you even tell that to them. Since you’re always better than all of us, I think it’s time you disappoint them and I’d be happy to break the news of your disappointment to them.” She spat at me angrily, pushing me aside as she stormed out of the restroom.
I fell to the floor, tears welling in my eyes at her words. I never knew they all felt this way. She hadn’t even informed them about it and I already felt their disappointment. I didn’t know how long I was seated there till I saw a pair of shoes in front of me.
I looked up to see Diego standing there, his hands in his pockets as he looked down at me. “Should we leave?” He asked, extending a hand which I took hesitantly, wiping the tears from my face.
“No, no. I’m fine now.” I faked a smile as I turned to look at my reflection in the mirror. I looked like a sobbing mess but I quickly took out my makeup to touch it all up. He just stood there patiently. As soon as we settled back in our seats, the food started rolling in, starting with a new set of wines.
“You won’t be having any wine,” Diego said but I just ignored him. But before I could pick up the glass, he took it, downing it in a second. “The doctor said no drinking.”
“It’s just wine.” I pointed out but he didn’t seem like he was ready to listen if it was wine or not. I sat down and started to eat but my nausea and dizziness came again. I felt irritated and angry but I tried my best to keep calm at the fuzzy feeling I was having. It went away and I shook just eating this all up so we could leave. The dishes looked so delicious and I would have been over the moon to try it all on a normal day but I was having a hard time keeping it down.
“Excuse me.” I hurriedly stood up, heading towards the restroom to empty all the contents in my stomach.
God. Pregnancy is a pain.
I remained in the bathroom, the nauseating feeling refusing to leave me as I just stared at myself in the mirror.
“That’s it. We’re leaving.” I heard Diego say, and without warning, he swiftly lifted me in his arms.
“W-wait, w-what are you doing?” I stuttered, stunned at his sudden action.
“We’re heading back. If you’re feeling sick, you and the baby come first. I can’t have anything happening to you just because we wanted to eat out.” He replied, heading towards the elevator.
“But you have an event to attend to.” I protested, trying to get down but for someone claiming to handle a pregnant woman, he didn’t budge, and his grip on me tightened more than ever.
“The event isn’t important. If they badly want me to attend to it, they’ll send everything home.” He replied, the ding of the elevator sounding before he stepped out into the underground garage.
I was stunned at the amount of expensive-looking cars parked there. What on earth? I haven’t seen this many expensive-looking cars all in one place. It was like a showroom.
A black jeep beeped and Diego pulled open the door, placing me in the passenger’s seat while fastening the seatbelt. I knew I couldn’t argue with him anymore now that he had made up his mind. And why would I even do that in the first place? I didn’t want him barking at me so I’ll just let it be.
He got into the car typing on his phone. “Fernando, ask the doctor to meet me in the mansion.” He said briefly before dropping his phone.
Wait, the mansion? I haven’t been in the mansion since Nana and my accident at the mall.
“The mansion? Why aren’t we going to the hospital for Nana?” I asked, my head tilted.
“That’s because she expects us to spend the night together after a date so you can’t return to her.” He replied calmly.
Spend the night together after a date? Spend the night together doing what? My thoughts flew in different directions and I almost puked.
Goodness, get a grip on yourself, Kamara.